Protect your house of cards.

You waited, doing your best to calm the shaking ground beneath your feet. Try as you might to stop the earth quakes, you know your house of cards is only going to fall down in theend, blown over by the breeze. Until that breeze comes you fight the trembling ground. Catch the amber leaves in your hat, and pray with sensarity for the weather to stop. Pray to god it doesn't rain. Scrape the scum from the chapel walls. A hopeless efort, for it's only to return in a day, more angry and sly with each new venture. Rip the ivy from the steepal and, smile and wave atall the doomed people. Shame the king's to die tomarow. His crow has been unrightiously borowed. Protect your house of cards, for it's all you have got, when the world's claimed by rot. Protect the two upon the top. As for if the Queen of Hearts and Ace of Spades should ever hit the floor, your shallow exsistance in this world shall continue no more. So catch the amber leaves. Try to stop the earth quakes. Fear the weather. Fight the scum and ivy. Protect your house of cards from the inevitable. Pay no mind to the ticking clock. When your house of cards falls, what is to be done then? For a to do list consisting of saving your house of cards, is not once the top has fallen without the grace of our slumber. That is what we must be, asleep. Protecting your house of cards out of fear of stopping the repatition. Sleeping through autumn. You're bound to wake in winter. But you'll find that when you awaken in winter, the world is to frozen or rotten rather, to care for your house of cards. So, sleep well.